What Does Mom Really Stand For?

Kid- " Mom, Can I have $20?"

Me- "What do you think I am made of money?"

Kid- " Isnt that what Mom stands for? " ( Made Of Money)


OMG. I kid you not! This came out of one of the kids mouths last week. She meant it as a joke and was laughing till her guts were going to burst. I was crackin' up alongside with her. She saw it somewhere online and had been waiting for the right time to use it on me.

This is what I get for raising kids with a sense of humor  *facepalm*

It came up in a conversation today with another mom. About how often a day I have to "budget" in my mind. Food shopping, gas, future clothing sprees, vacations, family events and just general things. I seem to have some kind of eternal calculator running non-stop in my head.

It NEVER shuts off. NEVER.

The neighborhood girl scout girl showed up. And OF COURSE, we have to have those cookies!
Its a must.
Its a treat.
Its a yearly reward and we fall victim to  those little eyelashes, wide-eyes and curly blond ringlets. No one can say no to that. Its marketing at its finest.

And again the daily calculator is guessing, adding, subtracting and fine-tuning my budget. Will I have funds? What will I give up for this and how to work around whatever else I need or will need in the next few minutes, days or weeks. Its endless. It feels like a burden. It's in almost every thought I have. Whenever I'm cooking, I'm splitting up the meats so it covers two meals instead of one. Saving half of my dinner so I eat it for my lunch the following day.  Is it supposed to be this much mental work?

Sometimes I just feel overwhelmed. I  would love to just think or plan something without the calculator ringing up the new total. Its not going to happen. This is part of being an adult.

My truth. My life. My way.

So my new plan is...  BEDAZZLE the heck out of the calculator. Decorate it and maybe jack it up an awesome music score. Everytime I have to "calculate".. I want to hear an kick-ass song. Something with a beat and that ROCKS.

Right now I've got "She works hard for the Money" in my head." Its got a good beat. :) I need more songs on my playlist. * calculator ringing again... argh*...

M

My truth. My life. My way.

I have one life. We all do. What happens in the hereafter, I do not know and I have faith in that it will be ok.  I need to focus on what is happening in the life that I am present in. This one. Right here. Right now.

Is it real?
Is it honest?
Is it Me?

The people I meet. The places I go. The things I think, say and do. Its a one time deal. No take-backs or do-overs. We can evolve and change along the way. We can grow, learn from experiences and make better decisions each day. We may fumble, fall and make mistakes along the way. That is ok. That is part of life. Part of the journey. You cannot make the same mistake twice. If you do, then its a choice. Not a mistake. Mistakes are ok. Hopefully they don't hurt anyone: just as long as there were no cruel intentions when you make them. Life happens. Pick up the pieces and move on.

Each day we are granted a new start. We often take it for granted. I know when I wake up I should be grateful for the new day. I often am and say a prayer. yet most often then not, I'm a crabby- morning person that is NOT fun to be around. And this is just me. Alone. I do NOT like myself in the mornings. Its just my mental framework. I wake up horrible. After I get my coffee or whatever I need to do, I go wake up the kids. And I always do my best to wake them up with a smile on their face. I often succeed. They grin. Smile. Giggle and wake up in a good mood. Some mornings may be long but they do wake up "happy." They say that is one of their favorite things about me.  A memory they have of me that I always do that for them. So....  there puts my first challenge to myself... why can't I do that for myself?  Wake up happy? What am I doing wrong?

This new mantra of mine." My truth. My life. My way. " Starts in a a few places. A blog. Friends and family.  Some of the social media networks. ( Facebook, twitter to name a few) I need to focus on me. My life is busy. I am raising 4 wonderful children in a crazy, face-paced world. I want to slow it down a little. An hour a day for me is not a lot to ask. Just to mediate, reflect  or observe ME. Who am I now and what do I want. Why am I doing the things I do and are they going to enable to allow me to have a better life. Emotionally and mentally?

Its going to take a while for me to learn how to calm my thoughts, questions and ramblings. Its going to take patience for me to learn how to translate it onto this virtual outlet.

I may succeed at times and fail at others. No worries. Its just part of the journey.


M